Un Casa (Featuring Cam'Ron & Un Casa) lyrics

by

The Diplomats


Killa what's really good my n*gga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know
But naw but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there it's fire
What's really good I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that n*gga dame
Tell him it's another joint man what's really good
Dame what's really good man
Call him right now what's really good what's really good
You know what
I'ma put the beat up 'cause you did sign yesterday
I'ma put you on before we even get the album started
It better be fire I mean what's really good
What's really good you know I got that piff
What's really, really, really, really, really good
Ayo Guru put something up matta fact
What's really good
Ayo, Guru you got tha beat up
Dipset
Good, ayo
Taliban b*tch
I got tha beat up
Killa
You better spit too man
Casa I'm in here man
You made me go through all this sh*t mother f*cker
You better spit that sh*t
Diplomats Jim Jones Santana Freekey
Ayo brazzy what's really good
It's a shame how I rap so bananas, it's Mr. Two-Gun un
Mother f*ckers better c*ck back them hammers
You might catch me in the drop blowin' pop wit Santana
The hawk on me's not from Atlanta
It's just the father to the Glocks in the hamper
Look in the rear view the cops in the camera
I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers
And go down south and rock wit them bamas
And come back in the Porsche color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop rims do the macerana
This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella
It ain't nuthin' for two-gun ta pop a fella
Killa signed me now I got the mozerella
I promised hell rell un cas gone rock forever
What's really good flee what's really good
Aiight flee I mean that, that, that's what's really good, I can't front
Well what's really good can I finish
I mean, I mean what's really good hold up two-gun
I'ma let you finish I mean what's really really good now
What's really good
I mean what's really good
No what's really good
I mean you did your thing I'm wit you what's really good
Let's finish up let's right what's really good
Yo I'm living in tha equinox n*ggas eat wit Glocks
Enough steel it'll cease the block add yeast to increase the rock
I got knowledge that can teach my pops
Watch my pockets increase ta knots
Play the low so I speak ta cops
Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and Broncs
Ice in my piece an watch
Ain't too many n*ggas that can reach the top or speak this hot
Peep this pop I leave you not
I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops
And teens'll flock, seen my spot an seen my props
Red when you seen the cops got your wife suckin' Siemen c*ck
I'ma Taliban lyrical monster, they'll shout the city I conqour
White ice cinnamon parker Al Quiada's most vividest author
Hundred thou just ta glitter the charm up
Forty fifth sides prettiest monster
The truck look like the city of tonka
Dame here ta say this n*gga is bonkers
Whoa far as tha flow I'm the realest n*gga spittin' it
n*ggas talk hustle game but I'm really gettin' it
Anything I want and need n*gga I'm gettin' it
745 Gucci top wit tha stick in it
The ice is so clear like the sh*t fishes swimmin' in
I ain't Diddy y'all but I'm strictly for the Benjamins
I'm tha boss I ain't dealin' wit you middle men
'Bout ta cop a Yukon white made in cinnamon
n*ggas get y'all f*ckin' car gamed up
Diplomats that's what's really f*ckin' good

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